Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 118: Go Ahead

The sky was gloomy, and next to it were the outlines of the Mage Tower, the outer tower and the annex, but this sky was not the sky that could be seen outside Karazhan.

The distortion of time and space meant that when people looked out from the huge rooftop plaza, they could only see a gray chaos. Evil energy was rolling in the void like boiling soup.

Strictly speaking, Prince Malchezaar shouldn't be here. The Prince Malchezaar who appeared here gave Duke a feeling that 'that guy is a time traveler'.

Duke looked at the gigantic demon that was as tall as three men and frowned.

This big guy, who was supposed to be the boss of the final level in the future, now looked more like a watchdog that responded to Sargeras's call. He declared the demon's ownership of this place to every intruder who successfully arrived here, and represented that the power of the demon king would descend upon everyone present, punishing those who made his master unhappy.

In fact, Prince Malchezaar did the same.

He frowned almost the moment he caught sight of Duke, Lothar and his group.

The dark blue demon with three mysterious tentacles on its chin shouted in a rumbling voice: "Tiny humans! I don't know how you got here. But since you can get here, it proves that the rubbish I arranged in front of me has either been defeated, or you have deceived the entire defense system, so that I can't receive any news of the invasion." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Lothar didn't say anything. He still held the shield in his left hand and made a sword flower with his right hand. Then he winked at Duke.

here you go!

I didn't say it out loud, but that's what I meant.

Prince Malchezaar took a proud step forward, his huge hooves stepping on the bluestone bricks, making a "sizzling" sound due to the inexplicable high temperature.

"I don't know how you did it, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you will all die here, and your souls will become mine. Submit to me! Mortal! Otherwise, your souls will suffer eternal torture!" The prince's huge roar echoed throughout the rooftop. The strange space around him made Prince Malchezaar's voice have a thrilling tremor.

The elite soldiers under Lothar suddenly trembled. They had never lacked courage, but some enemies could not be dealt with by courage alone.

However...

"You are a talking-head dog. If your boss Sargeras said these words, maybe he could scare people. But you? Not even close!" Duke replied.

"I hate this guy, can I kill him?" Garona gave people a clear feeling of restlessness.

Lothar: "Okay, ladies first..."

"..." Duke rolled his eyes.

"..." A group of elite soldiers said they were temporarily deaf.

Duke was embarrassed for a moment. He hadn't realized before that Lothar was not a good person either. He actually let Garona take the lead.

Well, if it was Duke, he would do the same. Garona, with high agility and speed, is very suitable for testing the enemy.

Well, Duke is not a good guy either.

Garona came up.

The combat power of this female orc is absolutely top-notch. As expected, none of these guys who have entered the realm of heroes and have made a significant mark in the "history" of Azeroth are fake.

For some reason, Duke always felt that Garona's strength seemed to have improved to a higher level.

Her figure was so fast that it felt like Prince Malchezaar was surrounded by Garona's afterimage. If it was just the rogue's ?Sprint? and ?Slash?, there would definitely not be such a cool effect.

This is clearly some kind of unique skill of Garona.

Garona's bone dagger is not a magical weapon, but perhaps it is infused with some mysterious power or something, the dagger's attack power has obviously been greatly improved.

Deep scars that were shocking to humans kept appearing on the prince's body. After every dodge, several horrific scars as deep as five centimeters and over half a meter long would appear on his exposed skin.

However, for the demon with extremely strong vitality, this is at most a superficial wound.

"You green sow! Do you dare to face me head-on!?" Prince Malchezaar was furious.

The next moment, he painfully discovered that one of the tentacles on his chin, which looked like a small Ding Ding, was almost chopped off by Garona!

"Ah—how dare you do this to me!?"

Prince Malchezaar was finally fed up with Garona's high-speed siege, which was more disgusting than the fluttering of flies. He no longer cared about pretending and just went all out. With his angry roar, four stone giants with green flames all over their bodies fell from the sky, guarding the prince from front, back, left and right.

?Hellfire?!

No, to be precise, this is not the real ?Hellfire?. Because the real Hellfire has a certain intelligence, it will walk like a person and attack the target on its own. However, Prince Malchezaar's ?Hellfire? is a human-shaped flame pillar.

Of course, the effect is significant.

The extremely surging power of fire immediately pushed in all directions. For a moment, the entire rooftop square, with the prince as the center, had four continuously spreading fire shock waves, exploding from the inside to the outside.

These fire shock waves pose a threat to almost everyone on Lothar's side.

First, Garona couldn't withstand the impact of the continuous waves of fire, and she flashed and backflipped.

The second was Lothar. It was obvious that Lothar had some kind of magic item that protected him from the elements. I wondered if he was going to use it against Medivh. Anyway, when the flame shock wave reached Lothar, the power of the flame element automatically dissipated and turned into a gale that was slightly stronger than a strong wind. It had no real effect except that it could blow up Lothar's long hair that could be used in shampoo advertisements.

It was Duke again. A real and unreal ice shield appeared on Duke's body, protecting him from the heat.

But for ordinary Stormwind elite soldiers, the area affected by these four shock waves became an insurmountable death zone for them.

This is not a force that mortals can easily match. Among the elite soldiers who had just dispersed to prepare for battle, the elite soldier closest to the prince was the first to suffer misfortune. An ordinary shield might be able to defend against arrows and swords, but it could definitely not resist flames.

The guy who was hit first was not only blown away by the rolling flame shock wave, but also dragged away another elite soldier who tried to hold him. Everywhere you look, there are people and horses falling. That's not all, almost everyone has flames of varying sizes on their bodies.

The screams were endless!

"Retreat! Put out the fire!" Lothar's face was not good. Not only did this mean that only the three of them could fight in this battle, it also likely meant that these soldiers would be useless in the subsequent battle with Medivh.

The opponent's strength is completely beyond imagination.